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The Rose Window: Return to Thornecrest
The raven-haired Lords of the Ashenleigh lineage are fated throughout time to encounter an auburn-haired young lady only to repeat again the curse of Thornecrest and its blood-red Rose Window, until someone can break its spell...
The carriage wheels groaned over the moss-covered stones, jolting Elowen gently from her reverie. Fog pressed like a ghostly hand against glass, blurring the outline of the land she had not seen in nearly two years. Hills rolled under a grey sky like old bones half-buried in the moor. And then, like a waking dream, the spires of Thornecrest Castle pierced the clouds once more.
She leaned forward, her heart a fluttering ache. So little had changed. The twisted iron gates still groaned on their hinges as they opened. The castle — still veiled in ivy, still crowned in silence — seemed suspended in time. Only the gardens had begun to reclaim themselves. Thistles grew wild where roses once bloomed.
The carriage came to a halt. Elowen stepped down into the cold embrace of Northumbrian autumn. Her boots sank slightly into the earth. A shiver passed through her, not from chill, but memory.
She had fled this place once beneath a sky full of weeping stars… and yet here she was, returning not as a guest or a ward, but as mistress of the estate...
This is a stand-alone story that also interconnects with the continuing saga of the Thornecrest Series.
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The carriage wheels groaned over the moss-covered stones, jolting Elowen gently from her reverie. Fog pressed like a ghostly hand against glass, blurring the outline of the land she had not seen in nearly two years. Hills rolled under a grey sky like old bones half-buried in the moor. And then, like a waking dream, the spires of Thornecrest Castle pierced the clouds once more.
She leaned forward, her heart a fluttering ache. So little had changed. The twisted iron gates still groaned on their hinges as they opened. The castle — still veiled in ivy, still crowned in silence — seemed suspended in time. Only the gardens had begun to reclaim themselves. Thistles grew wild where roses once bloomed.
The carriage came to a halt. Elowen stepped down into the cold embrace of Northumbrian autumn. Her boots sank slightly into the earth. A shiver passed through her, not from chill, but memory.
She had fled this place once beneath a sky full of weeping stars… and yet here she was, returning not as a guest or a ward, but as mistress of the estate...
This is a stand-alone story that also interconnects with the continuing saga of the Thornecrest Series.
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87 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 12, 2025
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Alsen Barrett
9 books2 followersAlsen Barrett is a writer of fiction, non-fiction and poetry who enjoys reading, history, travel and of course dogs, which feature prominently in many of the stories.
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August 5, 2025
Perfect sequel to the first book in the series. Can't wait to read the rest!
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